examination should have made me run for cover, or at the very least blush, but instead I felt powerful and sensual. This man, who’d often been labeled by the media as a reckless billionaire, seemed captivated by me. Me . I knew I was attractive, an object of men’s sexual fantasies. Alabaster’s wouldn’t have hired me if I didn’t have that elusive quality that made men encourage their wives and girlfriends to buy our products, but the way Damon looked at me was different. He wasn’t objectifying me. I wasn’t a mannequin wearing an arousing ensemble. I was arousing… him. That much was obvious. And at that realization, I did blush.
Tearing my eyes away from the impressive bulge tenting his well-cut dress pants was no easy feat, especially when my eyes found his and all of the oxygen seemed to get sucked out of the room. I was vaguely aware of people around us, moving about, doing their jobs. In my mind, it was just the two of us, trapped in a moment that felt as if it had been building since I’d first laid eyes on him months ago.
There had been other men for me since I’d met Damon. I’d dated many, slept with a few, but lately I’d been catching myself staring across the table at a dinner companion and seeing Damon’s face smiling back at me. When the lights were out and my fantasies crept to the forefront, it was his voice whispering in my ear, calling me to completion. I could have claimed, even to myself, that I didn’t know where this was going, but I did. This was destined to end in Damon’s bed. The only question remaining was when.
“So what do you say?” he asked finally. “Can you join me?”
“Yes.”
I wondered if he’d heard my hidden meaning. He’d been asking the question since we met. Would I sleep with him? The answer was a resounding yes. I didn’t expect hearts and flowers, poetry, or romantic declarations. Damon Starkis presented the truth in every stolen glance, accidental touch, and suggestive comment. He liked sex. So did I. That’s all this would be—two single people answering the call of mutual attraction and undeniable lust.
“Great.” He smiled the same smile that made my breath hitch every time I saw it. He was breathtaking. There was no other way to describe it. He epitomized the Greek god stereotype, much like his brother, Deacon. Dark hair and eyes, olive skin, tall, broad shoulders, and enough money to feed a third world country indefinitely.
Not that being with him was about money for me. I’d been propositioned by wealthy men, even dated a few. This was about good old-fashioned chemistry. Even if the man hadn’t had a dime to his name, it would still have been there, teasing me with every breath I took.
“I’m just going to run upstairs and say hi to my brother while you get ready. I won’t be long.”
I knew that was his way of telling me I didn’t have much time to change. He was a busy man with a full schedule. Normally his unspoken demand would have irked me. Unlike my best friend, I didn’t care for dominant men, probably because I was so headstrong, but Damon’s subtle commands did nothing to temper my excitement about what was to come.
Was this the day we would finally act on our attraction? Was the appointment downtown just a ruse to get me alone? Once in the car, would he drive toward an upscale hotel while telling me he couldn’t wait another day to have me? Just the thought of that possibility made me shiver as I watched him walk out the door. No question about it, I was his for the taking.
***
Damon
I’d told Eleni that I needed to speak to my brother, but the truth was I needed a moment to catch my breath after seeing her in that lacy getup. My mind raced, thinking about taking it off of her and revealing the flawless body I’d undressed in my mind a hundred times. Had I met Eleni a year and a half ago, I would have taken her in every way my imagination had summoned by now. It would have taken me time to wear her